9]

switch stairs for stars/ put on amber lucite bracelets/wet our predator lips /warped in many ways I would go to the desert/they could eat out my heart there/not feuding in space/she & I would thrive/ live on dry rocks, wild berries, nuts of tree, heart of palm & toad/ stir our witches’ cauldron

ingredient: a photo of a recent “launch” to the space station
people with celebratory hats on, funny moon-bunny logo

ingredient: Martian steps in any dictation...incline of futuristic star wars steps
graph that moved you 9 steps
then I stumble

ingredient: what was the most to happen:

one trade wind/ an emotional lobotomy
(that’s a figurative thing

a spec merely

calculation for busy night-chatter, the demons arrive etc.)
what wanted most to be heard was sorrow, or was it?
not mere speculation, bear constellation, belt of Orion
swagger

a new kind of war – reach out to you –reach out to all of you tender heart-lings

in a weaponry where nothing will grow

may we look over the cusp of the water bearer now?

would it be about armature merely?
or gouache?
and the planet, one felt, stumbling here
--step lightly, my darling --
would fly from its sphere.